“I’m good,” I whisper, tracing the scars that decorate his abdomen.
He tenses. “Yeah?”
I roll my hips. “I’d be better if you started to move.”
“Is that a request or an order?” he asks, his voice tight. It’s admirable, the way he is holding on to control, but that’s not what I want right now.
I want all of him. If I’m honest, I’ve wanted him since our very first meeting.
“An order,” I say breathlessly. “Fuck me, Gabriel.”
He groans. “You’re going to be the death of me, little bird.”
And then he does as I commanded. Grasping the headboard with his right hand, he holds my hip with his left. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting deep inside me. I tip over from the line of pain into pure pleasure, and his name leaves me on a cry.
He sets a fast pace, as if he has been as desperate for this as I am, and it’s everything I need.
“Gods, Gabe.” My breath comes in short bursts, and I grasp at his arms. “More. I need more.”
“Hold on,” he says, pulling out long enough to flip us.
One moment, I’m on my back. The next, I’m sitting astride him, sinking onto his cock.
I am so full—there isn’t an inch to spare as we are connected in the most ancient of ways. Thatthinginside me, the bond that’s been growing with each passing day, rejoices.
This is how we are meant to be, and where we are meant to be. Together, as one.
“Take what you need, Wren.” The Hunter’s voice is gravelly, and my core constricts. He takes hold of my hips, his fingers spanning across my stomach, his thumb resting over my clit. He rubs it slowly, each touch exactly what I am desperate for. “Ride me.”
He punctuates the last two words with his hips, lifting them and hitting a spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
I gasp, following his command. Taking what I need, chasing my release. My movements become more frantic. Hurried.
“Gabe,” I whimper.
“I know.”
He thrusts up into me, and that’s . . . It’s . . .
It’s so much. It’s exactly what I need, but it’s so fucking much.
Azure light washes over us as I careen towards that edge. We both do. The sounds of our bodies meeting are all I can hear, the feeling of him inside me consuming me from the inside out, his movements as desperate as I feel inside.
And when he hits that spot inside me once more, I scream his name as waves of intense pleasure crash through me. He follows a moment later, his release filling me.
My Mark flares, or maybe I momentarily lose the ability to see, because when the light has dimmed, I’m gasping for breathand lying on Gabriel’s chest. His heart is thundering beneath my ear, and his arms are banded around me. He kisses my forehead, lips lingering.
I lift my head. “Gabe?”
He arches a brow. “Yeah, Birdie?”
“Thatwasfun.”
The next morning comes far too soon. Especially since Gabriel and I were up very late—not that I’m complaining. I’m pleasantly sore between my legs, a reminder of everything that happened after the suns set.
I blink my eyes open long enough to glance out the window. Dawn is here, casting our room in faint pastels. It’s too early to get up. I scan the room to check for Mist, who isn’t here, and settle my head back on the pillow. Gabriel must’ve let her out during the night.
Shutting my eyes, I let myself enjoy this quiet moment. Gabriel’s arm is wrapped around me, his hand cupping my breast even in his sleep, and I feel protected.
